Guns

I find it hard to come back to this place when lives won’t change
its so strange to draw lines in the sand
with our guns in our hands
and our hearts on the bend
my dearest friend, lapin
Its so hard to end up at this place but lives would not change
now comes the time to draw lines in the sand
drop our guns from our hands
have the faith to understand
it’s a means with many ends
Its so hard not to see your face but lives must change
it was so hard to lay down at her side
with your heart on my mind
and your form not far behind
oh how I yearn to be alive